thanks (the bill)

I hate Keane too, he's on a one man mission to make the officers at Sun Hill look bad, Jack, Smithy, Leela and now Phil!! lol! Well in this anyway!

phil!!!! nooooooooo! :wub: hehe great story u best hav a good ending :angry: . keep up the great work :cheer:

Chapter 10

Sam shut the door behind her as she entered the interview room. She vowed to herself that she would try and be as strong for Phil as she could, but one look from those deep brown eyes of his, and she rushed over, allowing him to gather her up in a hug, both with tears streaming down their faces. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither wanting to let the other go.

Eventually, Sam mustered up the will to pull back slightly, her heart melting as Phil reached up to push back a strand of stray hair back behind her ear and whispered “Sorry.”

“What for?” she asked, a bit confused.

“All of this”, he gestured at the room around him, as he let Sam go and walked away from the desk, towards the back of the room. “I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this.” It took all of his courage to say what he said next, but knew he had to say it; he didn’t want Sam to think she had to stay. “I’ll understand you know, if you don’t want to stay.”

Sam walked up close to him and stroked the side of his face with the back of her hand, “I’m not going anywhere”, she told him, matter of fact. Phil watched as her beautiful face cracked into a smile, if rather sombre, “Whether you like it or not.”

He smiled back, and she stepped up on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

Then, she took Phil’s arm, encouraging him back towards the desk. They both sat on the desk facing one another, hand in hand, their feet resting on the chairs.

“Phil, there’s something I need to tell you, something’s happened. But I need you to know that this doesn’t change anything. I know you’re innocent and we’re still going to prove it ok?”

Phil just nodded; trying to imagine what Sam was about to tell him.

“Marty Johnson had a blood clot in his leg. It caused him to fit and the surgeons weren’t in time to remove he clot. He died about an hour ago.”

She looked up at Phil, trying to interpret his reaction. He seemed to be in shock, staring into space, with his mouth open, trying to process this new information.

“But . . .” he began, before practically leaping off the desk, scratching his head. “That means . . .”

Sam cut him off before he could say any more, “Phil, listen to me. Nothing has changed. We are going to prove your innocence.” She reached out for his hand, grasping it in both of hers. “The test results should be back today, and then they’ll show us whose fingerprints are on it, and who the real killer is.”

“Oh my god”, Phil whispered, so quietly that Sam barely heard. He looked dup into her eyes, and all she could see was pure fear.

“What is it?” she asked him, as he dropped her hands, turning away with one hand on his hip and the other on the back of his head. “I touched it Sam.” At her frown, he clarified, “The knife? I touched it. When Johnson collapsed, it was right next to me, I picked it up to move it out of the way.” When he looked back at her, there were tears in his eyes, “I didn’t know”, he whispered, “I didn’t know.”

Sam didn’t get a chance to say anything else, or even comfort him, as there was a sharp knock on the door and Gina entered the room. “DCI Keane’s on his way, he’s ready to resume the interview.” She took one look at Phil before motioning for Sam to leave, “Come on Sam.”

Sam walked over to where Phil was still standing and kissed him on the cheek, whispering into his ear, “Just tell them the truth baby. I promise we’ll get through this.”

Sam’s words were the only thing that kept him from breaking down completely as Phil watched Gina usher her out of the room, moments before Jack entered, closely followed by DCI Keane.

Noooooooooooooooo poor Phil and Sam. I love him, don't letKeane be too mean, he makes me angry lol

oooo, look, two updates in on day, im getting good! lol

sorry, but im stealing the name of Dylan for Abi's baby again, hope that's ok! again!

Chapter 11

Once inside the relative safety of Gina’s office, Sam let everything out; she couldn’t hold back the tears any more. Gina just held her while all the pain and the sorrow of the past couple of days came flooding out. She didn’t usually cry, or even show any kind of emotion, but she was too physically and mentally drained to care any more.

“It doesn’t look good does it?” Sam asked. She had tried to sound confident for Phil; she couldn’t imagine how helpless he must feel, but inside, she knew how bad the situation was.

“Mickey called from the prison to say that he’s interviewed most of the prisoners, and most of them have alibi’s. There’s one guy who doesn’t, but he’s due parole in a couple of days, and Smithy reckons he wouldn’t mess up his chances of seeing his son again.”

“So Phil’s guilty then?” Sam all but shouted.

“No Sam, that’s not what I meant”, Gina tried to amend. “Forensics are due in an hour”, she noted looking at her watch. “Then we’ll know who we’re looking for.”

Sam looked down to the floor. “He touched the knife Gina.”

“He what?”

“He moved the knife away from Johnson when he collapsed.”

“Oh, well”, Gina tried to re group. “Well, in that case, there’ll be two sets of prints on the knife won’t there?” she asked.

All Sam could do was shrug. Gina hated to see Sam like this. She was one of, if not the, strongest person she knew and she looked so defeated. Like all the fight had just left her. “It’s just . . . whoever did this had been clever enough to frame a police officer for murder, what if they wiped the knife before Phil got there?”

“Well, lets wait and see on that one shall we?” Gina suggested. She noticed how pale looking Sam was and suggested softly, “Sam, why don’t you go home and get some rest. You were up all night last night and you don’t look too good to be honest.”

“Thanks Gina, but I need to be here.”

“Sam”, Gina said more sternly, “Phil wouldn’t want you running yourself into the ground. Go home. I’ll call you if there’s any developments. I promise.”

Sam knew better than to even try and argue with Gina Gold once she had her mind set on something, and with no energy to even try and put up any sort of fight, she nodded, before leaving the office in search of her bag and jacket.

Sam walked through her front door to find Abi sat in the living room, rocking baby Dylan on her knee, trying her best to get him off to sleep. “Hey”, Abi greeted her mum, before saying “Put the kettle on, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Sam placed her keys on the side table in the hallway, before making her way into the kitchen and clicking the on switch on the kettle.

A few moments later, Abi entered to find her mum sat staring into space at the kitchen table. “How’s Phil?” she asked, genuinely concerned. Despite his somewhat, lets say mischievous, nature, Abi had always been grateful for the way Phil had supported her mum through her whole abduction by Hugh Wallis. She wasn’t sure how her mum would have coped, or even if she’d ever have seen sense, if Phil hadn’t been there for Sam.

“He’ll be fine” Sam said more confidently than she felt. She had already broken down once too many times that day, and she made a promise to herself, and to Phil, right there, that she wouldn’t cry again, unless the unspeakable happened and Phil was convicted. She vowed she would be strong; she had to be, for herself, but more importantly, for Phil.

i think i may have to make it happy soon

it's too depressing, even for me to write, if this really happend on the tele, i would br crying buckets every episode :(

please keep reviewing though!!!

Please make it happy soon!!! I can't deal with this sadness :(

make it happy. i beg of you! please :)

Yeah, make it happy. It's very sad but if you make it happier and he doesn't get convicted then it'll be happier. Wait, that don't make sense. If you convict him then he'll be happy, damn! Ok, third time lucky. If he gets off of the charges then he'll be happy and so will Sam and everyone else, 'cept for nasty DCI Keane, then you can make it go happier from then on and everything.

really good but please make it happy!

The next morning, Sam was up bright and early. She hadn’t really been expecting to sleep all that well and had only gone upstairs to rest her eyes. 8 hours later she had woken up to find it was morning.

Guess that’s what staying up for 36 hours does to you, she thought to herself.

She was desperate to get to the station and see how Phil was doing, but remembered her promise she had made last night and intended to keep it. She had let her vulnerable side show more than usual over the past couple of days, and while she had a good enough reason, she realised that the best way she could help Phil was to do her job professionally, get the results he needed, but more importantly, be there for him, be strong when he needed her.

When she reached he station about an hour later, she went straight up to DCI Meadows office, where she stood outside and waited for an invite. After a few moments of silence, she pushed open to door to reveal an empty office. It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn’t seen anyone from CID on her way up to the office. Granted, she had been in the building less than 10 minutes, but she hadn’t seen anyone, except for a couple of uniformed officers downstairs by the coffee machine.

Weird, she thought, as she closed the office door. As she turned back towards CID she bumped into someone. She was just muttering her apologies, when she looked up to find Phil staring back down at her.

“Phil”, she exclaimed, unable to keep all her joy and surprise out of her voice, as she leaped up to hug him, arms around neck and legs around him waist.

Somehow, he had managed to stay standing, and now Phil smiled an insanely wide grin and stroked her back with one hand, while trying to keep hold her with the other.

“For such a little person, you aint half heavy”, Phil teased, lowering her back down to the floor.

Sam smacked him playfully on the arm, “Oi.” But she was too happy to even shout at him. Instead, she said, “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you up here Phil, but I don’t understand. What happened?”

Phil put his arm around her, leading her towards CID, as he explained, “Smithy got a confession. One of the inmates, Smithy’s mate apparently, the only one who didn’t have an alibi. Smithy told the DCI he didn’t think he could be him, because he was getting parole in a couple of days. He’s got a little boy apparently. Anyway, apparently, he had a history with Johnson, but he wouldn’t help Johnson out around the prison, you know, stamping his authority and whatever. Johnson had his family threatened on the outside. He just went crazy when he found out the other day. He told Johnson he was willing to run errands for him, and when he showed up at the showers, he went mad, stabbing him. He said he heard me coming, wiped the knife and stood against the back wall. Obviously, when I went in, I was facing Johnson, not expecting anyone else to be there and as I was approaching Johnson, he legged it back to his cell, with no-one paying him much attention between the fight that was already happening and me shouting for help.”

Sam had listened to the whole account with wide eyes, but now as they reached the doors to CID, she stood on her tip toes to kiss him lightly on the lips. “So, you’ve been fully cleared?” she just wanted to make sure.

Phil nodded before pushing open the doors to the sound of a tremendous cheer. Everyone in CID was cheering as Phil walked in, followed closely by Sa,.

“Alright Sarge?” Jo asked with a smile.

“I am now I have you to look at again”, he remarked with a wink.

“Good to see some things don’t change”, Jo teased, with a slap to the arm, as she walked past.

“Fancy a drink?” Mickey asked, “I think there’s an overdue celebration.”

“Definitely”, Zain agreed, from across the room.

Phil looked behind him as Sam with a little twinkle in his eye. “What?” she mouthed to him, before he turned back around to face everyone.

“Thanks guys”, he said, “but in that case, I want to make it a double celebration.”

“What do you mean?” Jo asked, speaking for everyone else in the room, who looked just as confused.

He turned and linked his arm around Sam’s waist, pulling her forward a couple of steps so she stood next to him. He leaned down to plant a long, lingering kiss on her lips, for everyone to see.

There was more cheering and yells of “Get in there”, as Sam and Phil became totally absorbed by one another.